Poems by Rafiq Suraj.
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Who Journeys: I would travel to windows if I try hard with my budding limbs. Knotted & rooted to indivisible multiplications of existence, I admit— though planted in me, a…
Be(com)ing
I’m made of a sunlit dawn, when the tree rained yellow all o’er me; my right foot on the bamboo-stair which led to the erumadam* stacked with books, pens, …
heavy rain my neighbour’s TV so far away from monsoon to monsoon a train ride narrow street double-decker whipped by a willow narrow street …
Leela
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“Are you in Chennai? Can you come? Leela Samson is dancing. I’ll send the invitation. I’ll send the directions. Will you find your way? Come.”
Drawn, I went.…
Woman A woman Is A tightly Shut Door Talking forever Through The cracked walls Of Her wounded Silences *** Deadlock Her eye, A frozen lake.…
दुकानांचे आव्हान
लालसा आणि गमावलेपण यांची आपली आपली स्थानिक भाषा असते अगदी नेमकी..
समुद्र असं मनात येतं तेव्हा खाऱ्या पाण्याचा सपकारा तोंडावर बसतो
नाहीतर पायाखालची वाळू सरकत जाताना तळव्यांना…
गाणारं वाळवंट
कोण जाणे कधीपासून तो या वाळवंटातून फिरतोय. “ती बघ, ती बघ” म्हणून उठलेल्या वावटळीचं वादळात रूपांतर होताना बघतोय, त्यात सापडतोय, भरकटतोय, मूळ जागेपासून कैक दूर फेकला जातोय. मैलोनमैल…
I realized asthi meant roasted bones when the ghee bottle with you slipped gathering motion when contained brittle glass on the floor ** It was the…
गोंदण
गोंदण वाढत जातं भूतकाळापर्यंत, कपाळ भेदून मेंदूपर्यंत. त्वचेवरच्या खुणा असं आतपर्यंत भेदून जाणं हट्टाचं काम.
संस्कृतीच्या वाटा आणि संस्कृतीचं ओझं फिरत रहातं हातावर, कपाळावर. दगड पुरत नाही! भवताल पुरत…
High noon. Kalu strolls in, Rolls his amber eye. A city clay sheaths him in a Grey hoodie over the bear-black Of his coat, spotless spangle-front, Touch of lime on…
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the daily dread
i have only one fear and in looking for it i have lived every other fear i cannot find my fear i make do with the…